Post by danielxpatrick on Feb 29, 2008 4:50:08 GMT 1
~Name~
Mark Marques
~Date of Birth~
[/b] November 5th, 1990Mark Marques
~Date of Birth~
~Age~
[/b]17
~School Year~
[/b]Junior
~Nationality~
[/b]Simply put, a mutt.
The largest percentages of Mark's heritage are of
German, Irish, and Scottish descent.
~Height~
[/b]5'10
~Weight~
[/b]183 lbs.
~Hair Color~
[/b]Rust
~Eye Color~
[/b]Emerald Green
~Body Fat Percentage~
[/b]4.17 %
~ The Particulars ~
~Appearance~
-Face and Hair-[/b]
Mark has a warm face with virtually no freckles. High cheek bones draw attention to the intense color of his eyes. Lightly tanned skin in stretched taut against Mark's face. Two rows of pearl-white teeth lay behind thin lips. Some could say that Mark was rather attractive, however, there would be many quick to disagree. Above all these features lay the hundreds of thousands of Mark's rust-colored hair. Mark tends to let his hair fall as it is - allowing it to fall here, and jut out there. A lot of pride is taken in his hair, however, one wouldn't be able to tell the way in which he presents it.
-Body Structure-
Mark's body is a sculpture of delicately and skillfully distributed muscle mass. Nearly every muscle can be seen clearly, made possible by the absence of body fat. Strong, thick trapezius' slightly bulge from the sides of his neck, running down to accompany a pair of powerful, compact deltoids. His arms are slender, but cut. Only upon flexion can the true strength of Mark's arms be seen through the multiple striations that instantly form along with the baseball sized ball of muscle known as his bicep. Tracing back up the arms, and into the torso we find one of Mark's weakest points. His core. However weak in comparison to the rest of his body, there is defined muscle throughout the region. His chest is somewhat defined, cut lines tracing where muscle would allocate if strengthened. An easily noticeable six pack has been formed upon his abdomen while sturdy obliques carve a 'V' into Mark's midsection.
Moving down the body, we arrive at Mark's pride. His legs. They enable swift, deft movements, and he directs most of his training into them. Thick hamstrings rest behind powerful quadriceps. The most noticeable part of Mark's legs would be his behemoth calves. Although not obscenely or unnaturally large, they are very thick, and equally strong.
-Typical Attire-
Mark tends to stray away from dressing flashy, and finds comfort dressing in casual clothes. A plain colored shirt - usually black, red, white, or gray - rests under a black, red and white track jacket, sleeves generally pushed or rolled up. Strapped against his legs are a pair of black track pants with a white and red stripe running down the outside of the leg. Depending on Mark's mood, he might roll up one pant leg several inches, to re-create an old style still admired by himself. They are a silk-like type of synthesized material that provide an un-godly amount of comfort. Also, it is very likely that Mark will adorn a simple white headband, partly buried under portions of his hair.
-Miscellaneous-
*Mark's left ear is pierced, and a large, square diamond stud can typically be found plugging the hole.
*A script tattoo "Legend" has been imprinted two inches below Mark's naval.
~Habits~[/color][/b]
*Mark finds himself running his fingers through the hair on the back of his head.
*He tends to be a little nosy with other people's business.
*Playing with a zippo lighter.
~Extracurricular~[/color][/b]
*Cross Country
*Young Life
~Personality~[/color][/b]
Mark is very calm and collected - a well reserved individual. He doesn't become angered easily, and is able to deal with any anger in a positive way. Although reserved, Mark isn't exactly shy. However, he isn't a social butterfly either. He finds talking to strangers an easy task, and interesting to do, but will not go out of his way to talk to someone he doesn't know. Meeting new people is always something Mark enjoyed doing mainly because everyone has a unique quality that sets them separate from every other person. This is a major factor that drives Mark to be who he is. Mark loves people, and wishes to protect everyone he can, friend or not. Although he doesn't mind violence one bit, it is the pointless violence that disgusts him, and drives him to protect the innocent. Mark is always in whatever he does for the greater good, and has a care for people which is becoming quite rare.
~Fighting Style~[/color][/b]
Mark doesn't have a defined fighting style, nor does he ever plan on having one. As he fights, he learns how to read certain maneuvers, and predict the possibilities for attacks based on the subtle hints the body language of the opponent displays. Mark is very defensive, and rarely goes on the offensive, mainly because he likes to keep things in his control - where he can see what's happening, and have time to plan and counter. He retains a simple stance - a boxing stance for nearly every opponent he faces. His arms loosely guard his chest, abdomen, and head as he bounces lightly back and forth, switching his weight from foot to foot. His attacks range from basic punches and jabs to more flashy attacks conjured within the complexity of Mark's own mind. He utilizes his legs very often in the attacks he performs, taking advantage of the fact that his legs are the most powerful part of his body. As he fights, or watches fights, he is able to see which moves work in certain situations, and determine the effectiveness of particular attacks.
~Strengths~[/color][/b]
Due to the power that dwells within Mark's legs, he finds himself being able to move with a speed virtually unmatched to anyone he has come up against. A photographic memory aids in predicting attack patterns, and learning the habits of fighters. Not only does his memory aid him in a fight, he is a very strong student with the grades to prove it. His wisdom, along with his speed allows Mark's defensive nature to be very deadly when pressed upon by arrogant, or underestimating foes. Another key strength with Mark is his knowledge of the human body and how it works. Knowing this, Mark knows several ways on how to break down the body quickly, cleanly, and effectively.
~Weaknesses~[/b][/color]
Mark trains his legs more than any part of his body, and due to this, his arms and his core aren't nearly as strong as he'd like them to be. Not entirely weak, his arms are composed of slender, compact muscle ideal for quick punches or blocking maneuvers - but do not provide a lot of power behind the hit. His torso is lightly guarded by the meager muscle allocated in his chest, disabling Mark from taking several hits to this region. While fighting, Mark mainly guards his upper body and face in turn leaving his abdomen and legs open for attack.
Another key weakness Mark considers is his care for other people. He wishes not to fight for any reason, and is reluctant to fight back without cause.
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~History~[/color][/b]
-In the Beginning...-
Mark had a average child-life, having both mother and father there to care for him, and shower him with praise, love, and attention. He had one sibling, an five year older sister who he admired and looked up to. The family of four was very close, and very adamant about being together. Former 'hippies' in the past, his parents often preached to Mark and his sister about peace, and the necessity for it. However, unlike the typical 'hippies' of the 60's and 70's, his parents did not talk down upon the structures of government, but rather praised them, and the benefits of having a structured way of life and the importance of following the rules. While his parents were once 'hippies', Mark often thought of his father as the "Lieutenant Hippie." So, as his childhood went on, he heard the stories of his mother and father, the facts of life, quotes to live by, and how to live life to the fullest. His parents taught him and his sister more than they could ever want to know during their childhood. There really is no significance in the first half of Mark's life, as the only events worth any remembrance were the times where the times the entire family was together as one happy group. It is often said, however, that every story will come to an end. It seemed, as Mark was nearing teen years, the 'happy family' story was drawing to its end.
-The Troubles Begin...
When Mark was twelve years old, he understood that his mother was destroyed by something his father did, but he wasn't sure what it was. He didn't know what adultery meant, nor what the consequences meant. Divorce, he had heard of. Luke, his best friend throughout his childhood school years, had experienced a divorce among his parents as well. So, when Mark's mother told him with eyes full of tears that Mark was going to have to choose who he wanted to live with more, his mother or his father, Mark instinctively chose his mother, in hopes her apparent pain would go away. However, he came to realize the pain would never cease within her. Mark's sister chose to live with her father, and the last time the 'happy four' would ever be seen together again was at the divorce signing. Bags packed, each parent went their separate ways.
Mark and his mother received the house that they had lived in throughout Mark's life. His father and his sister, on the other hand, moved in with his fathers mistress, Maria, in a run-down apartment complex. The area they moved into was a very violent and very active territory of the West Coast Killers.The separation put Mark into a slight state of depression. He missed his sister, and he missed his father.
Mark and his mother had a very strong relationship, and they were happy when together. However, as Mark began to go through his teen years, he found himself pushing away his mother as he yearned for independence.
When Mark was thirteen, heart-crushing news came to him and his mother. Mark's sister had been murdered by a few members of the WCK. Apparently, they didn't approve of Mark's father and Maria's relationship, so they took drastic measures of showing Mark's father how they felt. At the funeral, Mark and his mother discovered that Mark's father has turned up missing. Whether he made a break and ran, or whether he was killed, and hasn't turned up yet remains a mystery to them. If mark was in a slight state of depression then, now he was constantly at pain with the two sudden and unexpected losses. All he had now was his dear friend Luke, and his loving mother.
For the next three years, Mark, Luke, and his mother were very close with one another, as Luke constantly stayed with them. Luke and Mark lived a normal middle school life. They began chasing girls, bringing home dates, and staying out late. They experimented with marijuana, but found it to not be worth taking up as a habit. However, Luke as well as Mark found a sense of pleasure with alcohol and going to parties. During their freshman year in highschool, Mark and Luke went to a school-wide party that was being held at some random hotel on the beach. Almost an entire floor was checked out for the school, compliments of the seniors, and alcohol was in abundance. During the party, a really cute girl by the name of Karina lead Mark into a room at the end of the hall. This was the first time Mark and Luke had really separated from one another at a party, and it would be the last, as well. Mark came from the room half an hour later, and began searching for Luke. He just had to tell him what happened. He searched for ten minutes, and finally he found out where a group of people had ran off to. Apparently, there was a bonfire on the beach, and Luke had tagged along with the group that left.
Mark headed out of the hotel, instantly spotting the giant flame twirling upward. A small smile wiped across his face as he trekked out to find his friend. As he got closer, he heard shouting and the distinct sounds of fighting - fists hitting faces, grunts, screams, and rants. He broke out into a jog as he became a little worried, and a little excited about what could be going on. As he arrived at the top of the sand dune that had shielded his vision before, he instantly saw Luke and a group of his friends fighting with another group. As his eyes scanned the fight, he saw one of the most horrifying things he would ever witness. Four people of the other group pulled out handguns. Muzzles flashed and shots rang out as Mark helplessly watched a handful of his friends drop to the sand, dead. Green eyes widened and his heart sank as he saw Luke laying in a pool of his own blood - pouring from his head. Mark became light-headed as he began to stumble, lost his balance, and collapsed to the ground.
This funeral was harder that the first. He had time to learn what death meant, and the impact it had on people directly connected to the deceased. He didn't fight back his tears. He wanted to cry every last drop out so he would never have to feel the pain of losing a loved one again.
Coping, and New Beginnings.
Mark drifted through his sophomore year, developing a hate for those who preyed on the weaker. Fights became a regular thing for Mark, although he never fought to prove dominance. A disgust was developed for those who radiated with arrogance, and fought to prove just how pointless their strength was. He fought to protect the weaker from the strong and found passion in being a protector, helping out those who were ignored. Due to his newly acquired role, he took it upon himself to begin strenuous work-outs, and strengthen his body to be able to deal with any foe. Mark discovered that most of the 'bullies' were bulky in size - an unattractive mass of useless muscle. They didn't know how to use their muscles, and Mark took the advantage given to him. He developed speed and technique. This allowed him to overpower any sized for. In one short year, Mark had learned how to turn himself into the perfect fighting machine.
Shortly into the summer before his junior year, he began an EMT-Basic Certification course, hoping to learn not only how to protect people, but how to save their lives as well. He learned valuable information on how to save people in various situations. A few weeks before summer, he completed the course, and only has to wait for his 18th birthday before he can test for his certification.
-Time for a Change-
Mark had heard of a school by the name of Hircine High. Suffice to say, everything about the school attracted Mark. However, the 'clencher' that made Mark decide he wanted to transfer was the fact that the school incorporated Corporal Punishment. He wanted nothing more than to see students that beat on the weaker to be beaten by the older, wiser, and stronger. Not only that, but he learned of the structure of 'government' within the school. This, 'pillar system' was something that struck Mark's curiosity on such a high level.
Besides, living in dorms, as opposed to living with his mom, no matter how much he loved her, well... you couldn't beat that.
Mark sat his mother down, and talked to her about the school, and his desire to transfer. They wouldn't have to move, as Hircine was only fifteen miles away, and dorms were on campus. Finally, Mark convinced her, and the following week Mark had his official papers of transfer ready to be delivered to Hircine. All that had to be done was to make the move. So, Mark and his mother packed the essentials of Mark's belongings, mainly pairs of clothes, and not much more. They heaped up in the car, and headed off toward Mark's new school...
